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JUSTICE CLUB - ELSEWORLD STORY PT. 1

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Wonder Woman, in her secret identity of Diana Prince, entered her office and was greeted by her boss and frustrated boyfriend and sometime suitor, Steve Trevor.

"Good morning, Diana," greeted Steve. "Good morning, Steve," replied Diana. "There's a strange envelope that came for you in this morning's mail," declared Steve. "It was marked 'personal,' so I didn't open it. But I must remind you, Diana. Receiving personal mail at this office is not allowed."

"I'm sorry, Steve," apologized Diana. "But I really have no control over who sends me mail." "Nevertheless Miss Prince, we have rules in this office and the rules must be obeyed,"

countered Steve. "We are professionals here." I wish Steve would stop being so anal-retentive, thought Diana. Besides, if we're such professionals, why does he insist on calling me "Miss"?

Doesn't he know that this is the nineties, and women are referred to as "Ms"?

Diana opened the envelope, and found some strange things in it: A matchbook, and a pair of red earrings. Diana immediately recognized the earrings as being of Amazon origin, and exactly like the ones she wore as Wonder Woman. Knowing that she hadn't lost her own pair of earrings, Diana concluded that they must belong to her sister, Wonder Girl. Wonder Girl, alias Drusilla Prince, had been missing for several days now. Diana had thought that her sister might have returned home to Paradise Island, but had not been able to confirm it. She had begun to worry, but her duties as Wonder Woman kept her busy. But now, here was a clue that something had happened to Drusilla; that perhaps she had been kidnapped!

That would explain the mysterious envelope. Somehow, whoever kidnapped Wonder Girl forced her to reveal Wonder Woman's secret identity, and was challenging her to come to the rescue! Obviously, it was a trap, but just as obviously, Wonder Girl had to be saved!

Diana had to find an excuse to leave the office in order to change into Wonder Woman and pursue her sister's attackers. Diana turned to Steve, and holding the envelope's contents to Steve's sight, she said, "This is very strange. There's nothing in this envelope but a pair of earrings and a matchbook." Steve picked up the earrings and examined them.

"These look like Wonder Woman's," he said. "Do you suppose something's happened to her?" "Either her or Wonder Girl," said Diana. She played "dumb" about the earrings so as not to arouse Steve's suspicions about Diana Prince and Wonder Woman being one and the same. "But I don't think Wonder Woman's in any danger.

I just saw her..., er..., last night." Steve looked at Diana with a "Just what were you doing with Wonder Woman?" look, and said, "Well, maybe you'd better try to get in touch with her, just in case." Steve had always wondered why Diana could contact Wonder Woman so easily.

He sometimes thought that perhaps they were very... close friends, but he'd always tried to put that thought out of his mind. Nevertheless, he couldn't help but think that beneath that prim and doting bespectacled exterior, perhaps Diana Prince secretly enjoyed getting dressed in the form-fitting leather of a dominatrix. And Wonder Woman herself might have dark desires of being tied, whipped, and dominated by an ordinary woman. Maybe that's what they did last night. "All right Steve," agreed Diana. "I think I know where she is. I'll tell her to drop by." As Diana left to "find" Wonder Woman, Steve turned back to the contents of the cryptic envelope. He picked up the matchbook and read, "Justice Club."

Around noon, Wonder Woman arrived at Steve's office. After changing from Diana Prince, she had spent the rest of the morning looking for Wonder Girl. Convinced that her sister was indeed missing with nothing but a pair of earrings and a matchbook as clues to the teen Amazon's whereabouts, Wonder Woman decided to enlist the help of Steve. After all, he was very clever-for a man.

"Hello, Wonder Woman," greeted Steve. "Hola, Steve," replied Wonder Woman. "Diana Prince told me you were looking for me. What's the matter?" Wonder Woman pretended she knew nothing of what had happened that morning. Steve looked at the superheroine's earlobes and noticed that she was wearing the same type of earrings that had been delivered in the envelope.

"It's these earrings," said Steve. "They're exactly like yours. We thought someone might have kidnapped you." Wonder Woman took the earrings and said, "You're right, Steve. These earrings are just like mine. But since I still have mine, these must belong to..." "Wonder Girl?" interrupted Steve. "By Hera!" exclaimed Wonder Woman, putting on as best an act as she could, in order to continue to allay any suspicions Steve might have had about her secret identity. "Yes!

They are Wonder Girl's!" "Are you sure, Wonder Woman?" asked Steve. "Perhaps they belong to someone else?" "No Steve," said Wonder Woman. "I'm quite sure they're my sister's." "That's what Diana thought," said Steve. "By the way, where is Diana? She didn't return after I sent her to go for you."

"She er...," stammered Wonder Woman. "...went to..., er..., lunch, I guess. And she asked me to tell you she was going to take the rest of the day off, if that's all right with you." "No, it is not all right with me," said Steve. "There's a mountain of paperwork here for her to finish." "Please Steve," said Wonder Woman. "Give Diana a break. She didn't want me to tell you this, but she had an appointment with her..., er..., her Gynecologist." Steve thought, so, Diana Prince is too embarrassed to tell her boss about a Gynecologist's appointment?

"Oh," he said. "I suppose that's different. Maybe her doctor will prescribe a nice enema for her." Steve had not realized he said the last comment out loud. "Perhaps," replied Wonder Woman, thinking, Diana Prince is not the only one who needs an enema around here. "I still can't understand why whoever sent that envelope sent it to Diana," said Steve. "Never mind about Diana," said Wonder Woman. "Are there any other clues?

What about that matchbook?" "It's from a strip club," said Steve. "The name is 'Justice Club.' They er..., hire exotic dancers to dress up as superheroines."

"Exotic dancers?" repeated Wonder Woman. "Yes," confirmed Steve.

"Beautiful women that are paid to take their clothes off and do things like pole dancing in front of spectators. Club Heroine is one of the most exclusive strip joints around." "'Pole dancing'? Interesting," said Wonder Woman. "But how do you know so much about it?" "Well er...,"

stammered Steve. "The club owner, a man named Thorne, has been under our investigation for some time. I've gone to his place many times, both on and off duty. But so far, we haven't been able to gather any evidence that he's doing anything illegal." "You've been to this place?" asked Wonder Woman. "Many times?" "Well, er..., yes," replied Steve. "I'm something of a..., er..., 'regular' now. The management knows me and..., well..., er..., you know."

Then, Steve changed the subject. "But that's why I suspect these earrings are just replicas," said Steve. "They have a girl there that gets dressed up as Wonder Girl and performs... er..., anyway, this 'Wonder Girl' seems like she's having a good time entertaining the gentlemen in the club. I can't imagine that it's the real Wonder Girl. She'd never agree to do anything like that..., er..., would she?" "Of course not!" exclaimed Wonder Woman.

"But I still think this place is worth investigating, just to make sure."

Wonder Woman was getting even more worried that in fact it was her sister that had performed for Steve and all those other drooling, ogling, panting... men.

"Well, if you think it's worth a try, I'll get on it right away," said Steve.

"I'll go there tonight." "And I shall go with you," declared Wonder Woman. "Er..., no," said Steve. "I'm afraid that's impossible. You see, it's a 'men's only' club. No women allowed."

"No women allowed?" repeated Wonder Woman who thought, how sexist! Where does anyone get the idea that they can make anywhere exclusive to just one sex? For the moment, Wonder Woman had conveniently forgot the cardinal rule of "No men allowed" on her own home of Paradise Island. "Unless of course they work there,"

said Steve. "Or are at least applying for a job." "That's it, then,"

said Wonder Woman. "I will go there and apply for a job. If I am hired, I can investigate and find out if my sister is indeed there."

"You can't just go there and ask for a job," countered Steve. "You'll be instantly recognized." "Then I'll go undercover," said Wonder Woman. "Undercover?" repeated Steve. "How?" "You help me pick out the appropriate clothing, and I'll look like an ordinary woman, looking for a job," said Wonder Woman. "And since you're a 'regular'

at the club, you can be a good reference." "All right," agreed Steve.

"If you think it will work, you can be my 'date,' and I'll introduce you to Thorne." "Now listen," instructed Wonder Woman. "Wonder Woman can't very well be seen buying the kind of clothes an exotic dancer might wear, so you'll have to do it for me." "I understand," said Steve, although he didn't much relish the idea of buying women's clothes.

He noticed that Wonder Woman didn't say anything about what people might think if a handsome man such as himself were seen buying a dress. "What kind of a dress would you like?" he asked.

"Oh I don't know," said Wonder Woman. "You're more familiar with what those types of women wear than I do." And what they don't wear, too, thought Wonder Woman. Steve did not miss the insult, and winced slightly. "Just get me something 'slinky'," said Wonder Woman.

Per Wonder Woman's instructions, Steve went to one of the finest clothing stores in the city and bought a very exotic black dress. Wonder Woman had given Steve his measurements, but Steve didn't need them. For years, he had guessed at them, and had complimented himself on just how accurate his estimates were. To make sure the dress looked especially tight and therefore more appealing on the Amazon's frame, he made sure it was one size too small. Returning to his office, Steve presented the dress to Wonder Woman. The Amazon held it up to view it against her physique, and Steve took a step back to admire the view. He smiled.

Wonder Woman smiled, too, and said, "It's very nice, Steve."

"I'm glad you approve," said Steve. "But it will look even nicer once you put it on." Wonder Woman stepped into the dress, and pulled the straps over her shoulders. She turned her back to Steve and said, "Zip me up, please?" Steve did as he was asked, and Wonder Woman turned around. She took a step back, and asked, "Well, how do I look?"

"Like Wonder Woman in a dress," said Steve. "Oh, it's my tiara," declared the Amazon. "Let me take it off." Wonder Woman removed her tiara, and asked, "Now how do I look?"

"I'm fraid it's not going to work," said Steve. "I can see the outline of your costume through the material. That dress isn't designed to be worn over your satin tights. And your belt and Magic Lasso show through, too. As a matter of fact, that dress shouldn't be worn over anything." "Wait here just a moment,"

said Wonder Woman. "I think I can fix that." "Fix it?" asked Steve. "How?"

"Well, this costume does come off, you know," teased Wonder Woman. Wonder Woman left Steve in his office and entered the storeroom nearby where she had changed countless times to and from Diana Prince. As she left, Steve muttered in a daze, "Her costume comes off."

A moment later, Wonder Woman returned, holding her star spangled costume over her arm. She again asked Steve to zip her up. As the Amazon turned her back to Steve, he could see that she was now completely naked under the dress. Pausing to take in the view, could even see the crack of her naked ass at the bottom of the zipper's teeth. "Steve?" said Wonder Woman.

"Steve? The zipper, if you don't mind." "Oh," replied Steve, his concentration broken. "The zipper." He pulled it up. "There you go."

Wonder Woman turned around and again preened for Steve.

"Now, is this better?" "Much better," agreed Steve. He could clearly see the nipples of the Amazon's breasts straining to poke through the material of the tight dress. "It still seems a bit tight," said Wonder Woman. "Are you sure you got the right size?" "It's supposed to be tight," said Steve. "And 'slinky,'

remember?" "I suppose," said Wonder Woman. "But I think the skirt is too short." "It's fine," assured Steve. "But I'm afraid you'll have to take off your red boots." "Well, I can't very well go barefoot," said Wonder Woman. Not unless you were pregnant and in my kitchen, thought Steve, who said, "We'll get you some nice pumps on the way to the club. And you'll have to take off your bracelets, too." "But I'll need my boots and bracelets, along with the rest of my costume," said Wonder Woman. "In case I need to change. I'd be powerless without them!"

"We'll get you a nice purse, too," said Steve. "Now, let's get going." Steve and Wonder Woman spent the next few hours finding a store to buy the rest of the items needed for the superheroine's disguise. They found a nice pair of black stiletto shoes, and a matching purse for Wonder Woman to keep her costume and accessories near at hand. They also found some silk hose for her to wear. Wonder Woman had suggested that she also buy some panties, but Steve nixed the idea, arguing that Wonder Woman couldn't afford to have any attention drawn to any panty lines that might show through her dress.

When the Steve and Wonder Woman arrived at Justice Club, none other than Thorne himself greeted them at the door.

"Hello, Steve!" greeted Thorne. "Nice to see you again." "Hello Thorne," replied Steve. "May I introduce a friend of mine?

This is..., er..., Wanda." Then Steve turned to Wonder Woman and said, "Wanda, this is Thorne." "I'm very pleased to meet you," said Thorne. "I'm pleased to meet you," replied "Wanda,"

who turned to Steve and asked, "Shall we go in?" "I'm afraid that's not possible," said Thorne. "You see, we are a gentlemen-

only club."

"Surely, you don't think I'd bring Wanda here unless I had a good reason, do you Thorne?" asked Steve. "Wanda is looking for a job, and I thought you might be able to help her out."

"But of course," said Thorne. "Allow me to show you to a table, right up front. That way, Miss, er..., what was your last name?"

"Wanda," replied the disguised Amazon. "Just Wanda. And it's 'Ms.'" "Of course, Ms. Wanda," repeated Thorne. "As soon as I get you your table, I'll send over a bottle of champagne.

On the house." Thorne directed the couple to their table right up front, the table at which Steve usually sat. A bottle of champagne was brought, with two glasses. After the waiter popped the cork, filled the glasses and departed, Steve took hold of his glass. "Don't drink too much," admonished "Wanda,"

as she grabbed Steve's arm before he could take a sip of the wine.

"We might have to fight our way out of here."

"Relax, Wonder..., I mean Wanda," said Steve. "I've come here before. I tell you, there's nothing dubious going on around here. And I'm not going to insult our host by refusing his kind offering. Besides, if there is something going on here, we can't arouse Thorne's suspicions." "I suppose you're right," said "Wanda." "Now, have some champagne,"

said Steve. "We're on a date, remember?" "All right," agreed "Wanda," as she took a gulp of the bubbly beverage.

Just as Steve was about to take a sip from his own glass, his beeper went off. He put his drink down and retrieved the pager from his belt. When he looked at the message, he scowled.

"Wanda" noticed the change in Steve's countenance and asked, "What is it, Steve?" "I'm afraid we'll have to leave right away,"

said Steve. "There's an emergency at the office. Some terrorists..."

"But we can't leave!" objected "Wanda." "We have to find my sister!" "But this is more important...," started Steve. "We might need Wonder Woman to...,"

"If Wonder Girl is here, then she'll probably be needed, too,"

declared "Wanda." "Please, Steve." "I don't know," said Steve.

"But you might be right about us needing both you and your sister..."

"Tell you what, Steve," said "Wanda." "You go back to your office and see what you can do. I'll be along shortly. Once I make sure Wonder Girl isn't here, I'll come right over." "Are you sure you'll be all right?" asked Steve. "I'll be fine," replied "Wanda." "Besides, I really don't need you with me. You got me into this club, and that's all you really needed to do. You might get hurt if Wonder Woman has to break up the place. Besides, if Thorne sees me alone, any suspicions he might have about me being close to you might be allayed."

Steve thought over "Wanda's" words.

If Wonder Woman indeed had to go into action, then in fact he shouldn't be around if anything happened. He was a regular customer at Justice Club, and it might not look good to his superiors if Wonder Woman broke up a place he frequented. "All right,"

agreed Steve as he got up from the table. "I'll see you back at the office."

"Wanda" watched as Steve Trevor left Justice Club. A few minutes later, Thorne came to "Wanda's" table. "Mind if I join you?" asked Thorne."Not at all," said "Wanda." Thorne sat down, and, grabbing the bottle of champagne, refilled "Wanda's" glass. "I'm glad you're enjoying the little gift I sent over," he said. "It's a very special vintage. Where's Steve?" "Oh, he had to leave," said "Wanda," as she took another gulp of champagne. "Something about an emergency at his office."

"Oh?" asked Thorne. "Tell me, Wanda, what does Steve do for a living?" Wonder Woman, fearing that Thorne's interest in Steve was more than casual, replied, "I haven't the slightest idea. I just met him earlier this evening. As for me, I'm..., an actress." "Wanda" hoped to give her host a certain notion. "Oh, I see," replied Thorne. "And now he's left you here, all alone?

That doesn't sound very gentlemanly. Did you at least get paid?

I mean for any performances you gave him-as an 'actress'?"

"Wanda's" idea worked. "Of course," she said. "I always make sure I get paid first." Just then, the house lights dimmed.

"Ah," said Thorne. "The show is about to begin." A spotlight was focused on the stage. "This first act is a special favorite of Steve's, Ms. Wanda. I hope you enjoy the show." A moment later, "Wanda's" eyes grew large at the sight of what appeared to be her sister, Wonder Girl, dressed in her superheroine costume, in the center of the spotlight. Every detail of the dancer's apparel was accurate. Still hoping that this girl was just some detailed lookalike, perhaps even a girl who had undergone some cosmetic surgery, "Wanda" focused her eyes on the performer's ear lobes.

To her horror, she noticed that the earrings were missing!

Now convinced that her sister was indeed putting on the show, "Wanda" sat, aghast at what was happening. "Wanda" looked into her sister's eyes. Expecting to find a blank stare, she was dismayed to see that Wonder Girl was appearing to actually enjoy being on display in this manner. Wonder Girl began her act by spreading her feet apart to display her curvaceous legs, placing her fists upon her hips, and jutting out her breasts in a familiar superheroine pose. With a grimace on her face, Wonder Girl scanned the audience.

As the crowd cheered, Wonder Girl bent over at the waist. With her fists still at her hips, she continued to scan the audience, allowing the spectators to get a full glimpse of her cleavage much to the further delight of the audience. Still bent over at the waist, Wonder Girl turned around and pointed her shapely derriere to the audience. Removing her fists from her hips, she reached behind and pulled the bottom "cuffs" of her blue satin briefs up tightly, into the crack of her ass, to highlight her rear cheeks. When the audience submitted their approval, Wonder Girl, still rasping her costume, turned her face to the audience, smiled, and winked. A moment later, Wonder Girl turned and again stood erect. She made a motion as if she was grasping the end of some unseen, arm-length kid gloves, and pulling them off. When she got to one of her bracelets, she removed it, and dangled it over the stage.

When she dropped it with a "clank," the audience roared its approval. "Take it off!" cried the audience, as the process was repeated with the other bracelet. "Take it all off!" "Wanda" sat, disbelieving. She began to feel woozy, and thought, and perhaps hoped, that maybe all this was some hallucination brought on by one of her enemies. The next action by Wonder Girl brought "Wanda" out of her haze. The performing teenaged superheroine grasped one of the straps holding her costume top on. Loosening it by placing it over her shoulder, Wonder Girl turned to he other shoulder and pulled the other strap a few inches down her other arm so it too hung loose. In this way, the teen wonder demonstrated to the audience that the straps were unnecessary.

She proved to the audience that her breasts were perfect, and needed no support to maintain an erect position. Her costume top merely rested atop the magnificent mammaries. Hoping against hope that this was the extent of Wonder Girl's act. "Wanda" stared in amazement as Wonder Girl pulled the tails of her red costume top from underneath the waistband of her blue satin briefs. As the top came loose, Wonder Girl expertly teased the audience by twisting her torso so that only a quick glimpse of her globes could be seen. This tormented her sister, as well as the audience to no end.

The men went wild with hooting and hollering. Just as the roar of the crowd came to a crescendo, Wonder Girl let loose of her costume top, and it drifted lightly to the floor. At the first full glimpse of the melons, the audience sat in stunned silence for a full minute! At this point, "Wanda" was grateful for one thing: That the club, outside of the spotlight on the stage, was in almost total darkness, so that no one could see her sobbing.

Wonder Girl, in mock exasperation that the audience had been stunned into silence, placed her fists on her hips once again and glared at the spectators. The men watching got the hint, and roared their approval. Smiling at the desired reaction, Wonder Girl bowed, again showing her now unrestrained bosom.

As she bent over, she slapped each of her breasts in turn to show that they were not flimsy, soft, and dangling mounds of flesh, but were firm.

The audience applauded. Some of the spectators thought, and "Wanda" hoped, that with the dancer's bow, that the show was over. But when Wonder Girl stood erect once again, she reached under her Magic Belt, and with her thumbs, grasped the inside of the waistband of her costume's briefs. "Wanda" thought to herself, Great Hera! Oh no! I can't look! But seeing that Thorne was still seated at her table, "Wanda" determined that she should maintain her cover, if only to protect her sister from whatever countermeasures her kidnappers had to prevent her escape. Since Wonder Girl was still wearing her Magic Lasso, her captors were not using it to control her.

They probably had Wonder Girl under the influence of a mind-altering drug, or perhaps they had her convinced that someone dear to her, such as Wonder Woman, was being held prisoner, or..., Surely, "Wanda" thought, there must be some answer to Wonder Girl's condition! She only hoped that the show would soon be over, and Wonder Woman could make an appearance.

The next act in Wonder Girl's repertoire was the most vile and disgusting thing anyone could think of. The teenager pulled her blue satin briefs down in a most casual way, almost as if she was preparing to sit down on a commode to do some business. The scene was almost anticlimactic. But instead of pulling the briefs off over her red-booted feet, she left them on, just below the knees. As Wonder Girl sat her bare ass onto the stage, the audience started howling its approval. But Wonder Girl lifted her outstretched palm, indicating to the spectators that hey should quiet down. Dumbfounded, the audience complied.

>From behind the curtain, a stagehand appeared, carrying a large bowl. The stagehand placed the bowl next to the seated teen amazon. With a wink to the audience, Wonder Girl reached into the large bowl, and produced a hen's egg!

Those in the audience that had an idea of what was going to happen next laughed with glee. The rest, including "Wanda,"

sat and looked on, still dumbfounded. Wonder Girl, now kneeling and showing off her dark Venus mound, acquired the audience's attention by lifting the egg and holding it between her finger and thumb. As the audience sat in rapt fascination, she smiled, and quickly let the egg drop. The egg came apart in such a way as to prove that it was peeled, and hard-boiled. To further prove the egg's genuineness, Wonder Girl scooped up the remains and ate it. Then, smiling, Wonder Girl reached into the bowl. She was still chewing on the egg she was eating when she produced another.

The leering men in the audience were smiling from ear to ear as Wonder Girl again lifted the egg to their inspection.

But instead of dropping it, this time Wonder Girl reached down and stuffed the chicken ovum into her vagina! As she did so, she tilted her head back and moaned in ecstasy. The whoops and hollers of the audience grew as Wonder Girl produced another egg, which she likewise inserted into her pussy. A few voices in the audience were heard saying, "Two."

Wonder Girl produced a third egg, and a few more voices joined in the chorus by saying "Three!" Wonder Girl quickly dispatched the third egg and produced a fourth, a fifth, and a sixth. "Four..., five..., six...," counted the audience.

Wonder Girl continued stuffing the eggs, and the audience continued counting, until no less than eleven eggs had disappeared!

Wonder Girl, in an effort to prove to the audience that she was indeed disposing of the eggs in the way the audience thought, and that is was not just a trick, stood erect and made her point.

She turned sideways and showed that her belly had grown larger, and was straining against the constriction of her Magic Belt. To further prove her point, Wonder Girl flexed her abdomen, and out popped one of the eggs. She caught it with her hand, and held it up to the audience for their inspection. After she turned across the stage with her outstretched hand to give everyone a good view, she quickly tossed the whole egg into her mouth and began chewing.

Some of the men reacted by grimacing, and groaning, "Ewww!" "Wanda,"

too, was feeling neuralgic, and wanted to vomit.

But Wonder Girl was not yet finished! She reached behind her waist, and with a deliberate motion, stripped herself of her Magic Belt. As it was released, Wonder Girl tilted her head back and let out an audible sigh, indicating a wave of relief. She sat back down onto the stage and continued her poultry-ovum masturbation. The audience resumed counting, "Twelve...," But Wonder Girl looked up, wagged her finger, and shook her head with a smile, as if to say, "No, you've got it wrong. I took one out, remember?" The audience got the hint, and with a brief chuckle, said, "Eleven..." "Twelve..., thirteen..., fourteen...," continued the spectators. As each number was counted off, the excitement grew.

When the count had reached twenty, Wonder Girl slowed down.

The audience wondered how long she could go! Finally, after the twenty-fourth egg was inserted, Wonder Girl, with her legs clamped tightly together, stood up. With a bright smile on her face and her arms outstretched, the bulging young girl took another bow, indicating that her amazing feat had reached its climax. The audience went wild, and roared its approval. Wonder Girl had to take a few more bows, but in order to prevent her from "birthing" the eggs, she had moved her red-booted feet slightly apart in order to hold her knees more tightly together.

This action caused her satin briefs to fall to her ankles, so that when she turned slightly to bow to one of the wings of the theater, she tripped over her pants and fell unceremoniously on her face. The audience went wild with laughter! Embarrassed, Wonder Girl slowly got back to her feet. Carefully regaining her balance, Wonder Girl continued smiling and bowing, and accepting the approval of the audience. When she was finished, she put her fists back upon her hips in her superheroine stance, complete with a determined grimace. After a moment, Wonder Girl placed her hand above her eyes and scanned the audience.

The spectators quieted down, as all of them were wondering what could possibly happen next. Wonder Girl at last made eye contact with one of the men in the audience.

She pointed directly at the man, who responded by pointing to himself and mouthing, "Me?" Wonder Girl nodded, and smiling seductively, made a "come here" motion with her index finger. All eyes in the audience turned to the man.

With a broad smile on his face, he got up from his chair and walked toward the stage. Like the Red Sea, the audience parted and allowed the object of Wonder Girl's attention to approach the stage. Beaming with an ear-to-ear shit-eating grin, the man climbed the steps to the stage and stood transfixed at the sight of the almost-naked Amazon. Wonder Girl motioned for the man to stand still. As the man complied, Wonder Girl reached down between her legs, flexed her abdominal muscles once more, and produced an egg. With a smile, she handed the ovum to the man, who put out his hand and hesitantly accepted the offered gift. Still smiling and wanting to be part of the "act,"

the man held up the egg for all to see. Then, someone from the audience yelled, "Eat it!" Others joined in, and shouted with glee, "Eat it!" The man's smile instantly faded.

Turning beet red with embarrassment, the man looked at the bulging superheroine who nodded back to him. By now, the chanting of the audience grew. "Eat it..., eat it..., eat it...," was the mantra. When the loudspeakers of the club started blaring the lyrics of "Weird Al Yankovic's" parody song, "Eat it," the man on the stage started smiling again. He made a show of licking his lips. Then, opening his mouth as wide as he could, the man placed the egg inside and began chewing. When the audience stopped its singing to roar its approval, the man started laughing, and spit out some of the egg. He turned to Wonder Girl who reached around his neck and gave the man a big kiss on the lips.

Wonder Girl then turned her face to the audience and started chewing, indicating she had kissed the man with lots of tongue. The men in the audience, realizing that there were still 23 eggs to be had, made a rush for the stage.

Thorne's security had something of a time handling the onslaught of drooling men, but they were prepared.

Wonder Girl, meanwhile, held out her hands with another "come hither" motion, only of the type directed at a large mass of people. When the audience came close enough, Wonder Girl then held out her palms in a "stop" motion.

Then, she rubbed the fingers on each hand together, indicating that the free samples were over; that anyone else who wanted the "dinner" she "cooked" would have to pay. Quickly, some of the men held up dollar bills. With a "You've-got-to-be-kidding-get-out-of-here-before-you-piss -me-off" look, Wonder Girl made it clear that her cuisine was not going to be had cheaply.

Quickly, ten-dollar bills were produced, then twenties, then fifties. But it wasn't until hundred-dollar bills appeared that Wonder Girl started "ovulating" again. Snatching the greenbacks as quickly as she could, Wonder Girl emptied her vagina and uterus with great dispatch. In a matter of minutes, she had several thousand dollars stuffed into the tops of her red boots, and pinned to her hair with her tiara. Some of the men who were not quick enough protested, but security calmed them down, assuring them that they might have better luck at the next show. Wonder Girl turned back to the stage, gathered her costume, bracelets, Magic Belt and lasso, and with a quick smile over her shoulder to the audience, waved goodbye as she exited.

When the lights went up, Thorne turned to "Wanda" and asked, "Well, Wanda, what do you think of our Wonder Girl?

She's really a wonder, isn't she? Wanda?" "Wanda" could barely stand to look at the evil Thorne. When she did, Thorne noticed that her eyes were all puffy and red, as if she had been crying. "What's the matter, dear?" asked Thorne, petulantly.

"Have you been crying? Don't you approve of what my girl did?" "Crying? Don't be ridiculous," replied "Wanda," as she took another gulp of the champagne. "It's just that..., that I'm allergic to eggs, that's all. I thought the show was hilarious!"

"I see," said Thorne. "Well, if you're looking for a job here, I'm sure I can use you. Are you still interested in my form of showbiz?"

"I think we can come to shome..., I mean some sort of arrangement," slurred "Wanda," as she began to feel the effects of the champagne. "But I'd like to meet with some of your girlsh..., er girls first. To see how well they're treated." "Oh?" asked Thorne. "I suppose that can be arranged. Why don't you come with me backstage? I'll introduce you." "All right," agreed "Wanda," as she picked up her purse from the floor. Thorne led "Wanda" backstage, and held the door marked "Cast Only" open. As the disguised Amazon entered, she shivered at the touch of Thorne's hand on her ass. The first person to greet Thorne was Wonder Girl, who had just finished getting dressed back into her costume.

Thorne greeted the young Amazon by asking, "Well young lady, how much did we make tonight?" "Over three thousand!"

replied the girl with glee, as she produced a wad of bills.

"And it's all here?" asked Thorne. "Of course, Mr. Thorne,"

replied Wonder Girl. "Every penny." "That's good," declared Thorne. "You know what will happen to your sister if you ever hold anything out on me." "Y...yes, Mr. Thorne," said the teen superheroine as she tilted her head in supplication.

Thorne grasped Wonder Girl by the chin and said, "There, there, my child. Cheer up. There's someone I want you to meet." "Wanda," quickly approached Thorne when she saw to whom he was talking. "Ms. Wanda," said Thorne, "This is Wonder Girl." Then, turning to Wonder Girl, Thorne said, "Wonder Girl, this is Wanda." With a look of surprised recognition, Wonder Girl said, "Wanda? I...," "I'm pleased to meet you," interrupted "Wanda." She knew from Wonder Girl's expression that her sister was recognized. So there was no drugging, mind-control or hypnotism involved here after all, thought "Wanda." She had to find a way to be alone with Wonder Girl, to make absolutely sure she was completely all right. "Wanda" turned to Thorne and asked, "What was that you said? About Wonder Girl's sister? What 'might happen to her'?" "Er, her sister's in a hospital," lied Thorne.

"Without any insurance. She needs a lot of money for an..., er..., operation. So Wonder Girl is helping her out, the best way she can." "Oh," said "Wanda." "I see." You lying bastard, she thought. Turning to Wonder Girl, "Wanda" said, "That's very noble of you. Perhaps your sister can return the favor and help you out sometime." "I sure hope so," agreed Wonder Girl, getting the hint. Then, spotting Thorne's gaze, she said, "I have to get ready for my next show. I have to go to my dressing room now." "Your dressing room?" repeated "Wanda."

"Why I'd love to see it! That is, if it's all right."

As the two sisters looked up expectantly at Thorne, the man replied, "Sure. If Wanda's going to work here, she ought to see what she's in for. Go ahead, Wonder Girl. Show her your dressing room. Then we can show her the ropes." I'll show you a rope, thought "Wanda." Once I find a private place to change into my Wonder Woman costume, I'll show you a magic rope!

"Lead on," "Wanda" said to Wonder Girl.

Once inside Wonder Girl's dressing room, Wonder Girl turned to "Wanda" and said, "Diana? Is it really you?"

"Yes, Dru," replied "Wanda." "It's really me!" "Oh, Diana!"

exclaimed Wonder Girl. "I've been so worried! They told me they had you prisoner-that I'd never see you again unless I performed for them!" "Never mind that now!" said Diana.

"Are you wearing your real belt? Do you still have your super powers?"

"Yes to both questions!" confirmed Wonder Girl. "Let's break this place up, and get out of here! I want to go home!

I want some ice cream!" Wonder Girl headed for the door and was about to open it, when Diana exclaimed, "Just a minute! I need to change into my costume!" Wonder Girl turned her back to the door, and facing Diana, said, "Hurry!

I can't wait to get out of here!" Diana grabbed her purse, and opened it. She reached in, but couldn't feel the fabric of her costume or her Magic Belt. She looked closer. "What's this?" she asked. "Cigarettes, matches, compact, tampons, loose change..., This isn't my purse!" Just then, the door to the dressing room flew open, and Thorne entered.

Quickly, he smothered Wonder Girl with a rag. Instantly the young superheroine fell limp in his arms. "Wonder Girl!"

exclaimed "Wanda." "Looking for this?" asked Thorne, as he held up the real purse "Wanda" had carried into the club later that evening. He opened it, reached in, and pulled out the familiar red, whit, and blue garments for which the older Amazon had been so frantically looking. "Wanda" glared and poised for an attack. "I wouldn't do that, Wanda, or should I say, Wonder Woman. You see, I have your sister in my clutches.

Something might happen to her if you make the wrong move.

You do believe she is your sister, don't you?"

"She's Wonder Girl, all right," confirmed "Wanda." "Let her go!" "Not until you've done something for me," said Thorne. "What is it you want?" demanded "Wanda." "Follow me," ordered Thorne, with his hand firmly on the throat of Wonder Girl. "And don't try any tricks, or you know what will happen to your sister." "Seems like I've heard that before,"

murmured "Wanda" as she followed Thorne's instructions.

Thorne led "Wanda" to the curtain behind the stage where Wonder Girl had performed. "I brought you back here so you can make good, Wonder Woman. You see, you forced me to render your perky little sister unconscious, so now she can't perform. As you know, that means a lot of money to me. Not only in the cover charges I'll have to refund to that rowdy crowd, but in the gratuities your sister earned from her unique talents!" "You mean you want me to..., go out there?" asked "Wanda." "In front of those..., men?"

"And make sure you do a good job," said Thorne. "There's someone very special in the audience I want you to please.

Now, break a leg! And smile that smile of yours!" Thorne reached into "Wanda's" purse and tossed the superheroine's costume to her feet, being careful not to include the Magic Lasso, belt, or bracelets. After removing her dress, Wonder Woman picked up the costume and put it on, oblivious to the stares of the horrible man before her, the first man, of whom there would soon be many men, to ever see her naked. Wonder Woman was shocked.

She was horrified at the thought of letting all those leering men get a glimpse of her lovely Amazon personage in all its naked glory. But she realized she had no choice. Slowly, she stepped up onto the stage. Releasing Wonder Girl, Thorne grabbed the microphone for the public address system and announced, "Tonight, gentlemen, we have the newest addition to Justice Club. You just saw Wonder Girl perform for you!

Now, meet her sister, the 'World's Greatest Superheroine,'

Wonder Woman!"

When Wonder Woman entered the spotlight, she was effectively blinded. She couldn't see the men who were leering at her, but she could hear them. Being inexperienced as she was in performing such a degrading act, she resolved to get it over as quickly as possible.

She tried to perform some of the same movements her sister had shown earlier, but was clumsy and uncoordinated. The crowd began to murmur and a few expressed their disapproval by booing.

Fearful of what might happen should her sister's captor not be satisfied with her performance, Wonder Woman tried a desperate act to gain the audience's favor. With one quick tug to the top of her strapless red and gold bustier, she bared her breasts.

Immediately, the mood of the audience changed.

What had almost sounded like hissing turned into uproarious approval. Wonder Woman began to feel elated. She at first thought her exhilaration had come from thinking that Thorne would be satisfied and therefore not harm Drusilla, but upon further contemplation began to entertain thoughts that she really enjoyed showing off her wondrous endowments. After all, on Paradise Island... But before Wonder Woman could finish her musings, the audience began to again get restless.

Wonder Woman turned her back to the audience as her sister had, and began to shake her hips.

In anticipation, the audience murmured approval. Wonder Woman stooped up and down as she shook and twisted, heightening the effect. Then, she turned to face the crowd, and with her trademark smile across her face, she showed the audience the firmness of her breasts. Not by slapping them as Wonder Girl had, but by showing that her tits remained stationary as she vibrated.

Growing tired, from both her actions and the champagne Thorne had given her, Wonder Woman decided to come to the culmination of her performance.

She stood with her rear end again facing the audience, and placed her thumbs into the waistband of her blue star-spangled briefs. The audience roared with approval.

This isn't so bad, thought Wonder Woman, as she began to pull down her pants. All those men out there are just appreciating my feminine charm and beauty! They don't mean any harm! As Wonder Woman continued pulling her costume bottoms down her legs, the spotlight highlighting her performance slowly, almost imperceptibly, began to move towards the front of the stage, closer to the audience. Maybe Thorne wants his customers to get a better view, thought Wonder Woman as she followed the spotlight's lead.

But that wasn't the reason. Thorne had also arranged for the spotlight to grow dimmer and dimmer, while at the same time, the house lights were gradually brought up. Soon, Wonder Woman could make out the faces of some of the men in the audience.

Wonder Woman continued to smile as she pulled down her costume, now almost to her knees. Look at all those happy faces, she thought.

I never knew I could make so many people so happy, even if they are just men. Just then, Wonder Woman's comforting thoughts halted when she recognized one of the men seated at a table adjacent to the stage.

"Steve!" she gasped. Indeed, there, in the front row, was Wonder Woman's frustrated suitor, Steve Trevor. He had returned to the Justice Club after learning that the emergency for which he had to return to his office was a hoax. Unbeknownst to Steve, the false alarm had been arranged for him by none other than Thorne himself.

For Thorne not only knew that Wonder Woman would accompany Steve to the club, but had arranged for the couple's visit by sending Wonder Girl's earrings to Wonder Woman in her secret identity of Diana Price-a secret of which Thorne had recently become aware.

Steve was dazed. He was mesmerized by the vision of the woman he loved stripping herself naked for the entire world to see.

Wonder Woman noticed Steve's blank expression, and strangely, it filled her with uncontrollable lust. Her closeness to Steve, mixed with her embarrassment at being caught at what she was doing by someone who was not a stranger, caused her mind to snap.

Immediately, Wonder Woman entered a fantasy world of her own making by reaching down with both hands into the junction of her thighs. Pulling with all the strength she had, she pried the lips of her vagina as far apart as they could go. Then, falling on her back with her briefs about her ankles, she planted the soles of her booted feet on the stage, lifted her knees, and spread them apart. Releasing her thighs, Wonder Woman plunged both of her outstretched fingers into her nether region and began to rub furiously.

As she did so, she cried, "Steve! Oh Steve!" The audience was stunned. They had thought they had seen it all when Wonder Girl had performed. But this was even more captivating. Every man in the place now knew that they were getting their money's worth. And they all wondered where Thorne had obtained such fantastically unique women to perform. Wonder Woman continued to pump herself. Moaning and screaming Steve's name, she finally reached climax.

Hot cum oozed out of her now red-hot orifice. Wonder Woman rolled over onto her stomach, and as her tits flopped onto the cold stage, she lifted her head up and moaned even more. Over and over she rolled again, her hands never losing their grip on her insides, until she struck one of the masts the pole dancers used during their performances. Looking up, Wonder Woman scowled at the object of her interrupted reverie. Thinking that she still had her super powers, she determined that she would use her super strength to remove the offending item. But when she grasped it, she found that it would not budge.

So she resolved that she would melt it. She may not have had super heat vision like Supergirl, but she had something just as hot, her now-twisted mind concluded. Wonder Woman laid down upon her back once again. She reached down and removed her now sopping-wet-with-cum briefs and tossed them aside.

Then, she wrapped her legs around the pole. Like a compressor operated painter, Wonder Woman's pussy coated the pole.

Up and down, up and down and around, the powerless and deranged superheroine climbed, until the pole was completely covered and dripping with her sticky juices. Finally, Wonder Woman was spent.

In a last gasp of frustration, she wrapped her once-powerful thighs around the pole and tightly gripped it in her crotch.

Using all the strength she had as a normal woman, and grinding her now-raw clitoris against the metal, she held her breath and tensed her muscles. But the pole would not budge, and Wonder Woman, "Superheroine Number One," passed out from the effort. The spotlight was turned off, and the crowed went wild. Thorne ordered his security men to quickly retrieve the unconscious woman, who was now in danger of being trampled by the onrushing frenzied crowd.

He ordered the men to place Wonder Woman in Wonder Girl's vacant dressing room, and to keep an eye on her, should she wake up.Just then, Steve Trevor burst upon the scene backstage. He had woken from his trance, and was furious. "Thorne!" he called. "Just what the Hell do you think you're doing?"

"What's wrong, Steve?" asked Thorne, calmly. "Wonder Woman!"

exclaimed Steve. "What was she doing on that stage?" "Why, masturbating, of course," replied Thorne, still calm. "Did you like it?" "Like it?" repeated Steve. "It was appalling! Disgusting! Where is she?" "I'm afraid she's not available at the moment," replied Thorne.

"Perhaps when she wakes up...," "Wakes up?" repeated Steve. "Listen, Thorne, if you're planning to hurt Wonder Woman...," "Now how can I hurt Wonder Woman?" asked Thorne. "She's got super powers. And anyway, she wouldn't come anywhere near this place." "She wouldn't, eh?" asked Steve. "I'll have you know that the woman I came here with earlier this evening was in fact Wonder Woman!" "You mean Wanda?" asked Thorne.

"That's right," confirmed Steve. "Wanda. As in 'Wanda Woman's gonna bust your ass'!" "But she left hours ago!" exclaimed Thorne.

"You mean the woman on the stage just now," said Steve. "It wasn't Wanda?" "That performer's name is Diana," replied Thorne, avoiding Steve's question without lying. "Now, why were you here with Wonder Woman? Surely, my best customer doesn't suspect Justice Club of any nefariousness?" "I can't understand where Wanda-I mean Wonder Woman went," said Steve. "Maybe she's back at your place," suggested Thorne. "All dressed up in a nice frilly teddy, wearing a silk bathrobe, all ready with a couple of martinis, some cigarettes..." Fat chance, thought Steve.

Although Wonder Woman in a "frilly teddy"? Her costume is already sparse. I wonder how much more "frilly" she could get? Steve pondered the thought for another moment, and said, "All right. I'll go home and see. But if I can't find her, I'll be back..., Wha..., what's this?" Unnoticed by Steve as he was lost in his thoughts about how Wonder Woman might look in a "frilly teddy" and a silk bathrobe, Thorne produced Wonder Woman's Magic Lasso and draped it around Steve's shoulders.

"I would have thought you'd recognize it," said Thorne. "It's Wonder Woman's Magic Lasso." "Wonder Woman's Magic Lasso?" repeated Steve, quizzically. "What are you doing with it?" "Never mind," said Thorne. "Forget it. As a matter of fact, forget everything that's happened to you today. From the moment you received that envelope for Diana Prince until you get home tonight, you will remember nothing. And you will attribute this loss of memory to the fact that you, as my best customer, were treated to the greatest drinking binge you've ever known. As a matter of fact, you will wake up tomorrow with the worst hangover you've ever had. Is that understood?"Steve nodded in understanding.

Thorne ordered two of his bouncers to "...make sure Steve gets home all right."

After Steve was carried away, Thorne went to the dressing room where Wonder Woman had been taken. When he entered, he saw the superheroine lying on the bed. "Ah, Wonder Woman!" said Thorne. "I'm glad you're awake! That was quite a performance!"

"Oh, my head!" exclaimed Wonder Woman. "Well, did I satisfy you're urge to humiliate me?" "Humiliate you?" repeated Thorne.

"You shouldn't feel humiliated, Wonder Woman. The audience loved you!" "Can it," ordered Wonder Woman. "Is Wonder Girl all right? When can I see her?" "Your sister has retired for the night," said Thorne. "If you've done anything to harm her, I'll...,"

started Wonder Woman. "You'll do nothing," declared Thorne.

Just then, someone knocked on the door of the dressing room.

"Come in," said Thorne. One of Thorne's employees entered with a glass of liquid. "Ah," said Thorne, as he took the glass.

"Very good. Thank you." The employee left. "What's that?"

asked Wonder Woman. "It's just a little something I had made for you," said Thorne. "It will help you to relax." "Not likely,"

sassed the super heroine. "Now, now, Wonder Woman," admonished Thorne. "Remember. Your sister's fate is in your hands. Do as I say, and she'll remain unharmed." "Just what are you up to?"

asked Wonder Woman as she gulped down the drink. "What are you planning to do with us?" "With your sister, nothing," replied Thorne. "She'll be free to do whatever she wants and to go wherever she wants soon. But as for you, Wonder Woman, I tend to break you to my will."

"Why don't you, then?" asked Wonder Woman. "Our Magic Lassos would make that very easy." If only she could keep Thorne talking, Wonder Woman thought, he might make a mistake. "Easy, yes,"

agreed Thorne. "Satisfying, No. I intend to bend you to my will without the use of your own Amazon magic, as facilitating as that might be.

No, you will willingly devote yourself exclusively to me." Wonder Woman realized that Thorne was serious. Thorne had already exploited a weakness when he turned her into a sex-crazed exhibitionist by just hinting that he might hurt Wonder Girl.

"Well then, what?" she asked. "More inducements to make me play with myself? In front of some more of your drooling stooges? You can't keep me doing that forever." "Judging from your performance tonight, I believe I could keep you doing that for quite some time," countered Thorne.

"But, since it appeared you actually enjoyed spending time exploring your body in such a manner, I'm afraid that wouldn't do. As a matter of fact, I'll be using your Magic Lasso on you to make you forget your exhibition." he said.

As Thorne reached for the golden rope, Wonder Woman protested, "But you said you weren't going to use my Magic Lasso to bend me to your will! You said...," "I know what I said, Wonder Woman," replied Thorne as he draped the golden cord about the superheroine's weak shoulders.

After Thorne ordered Wonder Woman to forget what he wanted her to forget, the anesthetic he had given her in her drink took affect, and Wonder Woman fell fast asleep.

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JUSTICE CLUB - ELSEWORLDS STORY PT. 2

BY YENOC

Wonder Woman awoke the next morning to find herself in a strange bedroom. She was in a room in one of the lower levels of the Justice Club. She had on her uniform but her tiara, bracelets,lasso, and boots were missing.

Diana heard a noise and looked up to see Thorne standing in the room. He was holding her magic lasso. The Amazon rose from the bed and approached Thorne.

She wanted to tear his head off but without her belt she was powerless. Wonder Woman recalled that she had done a striptease last night in the club but she had forgotten about her little masturbation session as Thorne had commanded her to.

"Where is my sister." the heroine demanded. "She is around Diana. Yes, I know you're really Diana Prince. Your sister told me all your secrets." Thorne informed her.

Wonder Woman was aghast. Dru had revealed all their secrets to him, why? "What have you done to my sister?" Diana scowled. "She is my devoted slave, as you will be. I have had her under my control for a long time now. She's quite a fuck. My customers love her and with the both of you here now, I'll be unstoppable." Thorne stated.

"What are you talking about? Wonder Girl was only here because she thought I was in trouble." Wonder Woman said. "Oh come now Diana, even you can't be that naive. Your sister was just putting on an act like I told her to. She was very convincing." he spoke.

"I had to have her play the innocent captive so you and Trevor wouldn't suspect anything. Believe me, Dru is anything but innocent. In fact, she quiet the slut since I broke her in." Thorne continued.

Wonder Woman gasped in horror. Thorne had fucked her sister? She then remembered that Steve Trevor had been at the club the previous night and he had watched her strip. Diana was ashamed and humiliated.

"Bastard! I'll kill!" the heroine spat with venom in her voice. She advanced toward Thorne, but he was quicker.

Thorne threw out the lasso and it fell around Diana's shoulders.

"STOP!" the man commanded and Wonder Woman froze in her tracks. Thorne was using her own magic lasso on her and she would be compelled to obey his every order.

"Stand up straight and listen closely to what I tell you."

he instructed. Wonder Woman felt the power of the lasso course through her statuesque body. She HAD to obey.

Diana stood at attention and stared blankly ahead. Her arms were limp at her sides.

"That's good Wonder Woman. Now listen to what I say."

Thorne told her. "You are under my power now and for-

ever. Your only purpose in life is to serve me and obey my every command, no matter what it is. Obeying m will be natural to you. You will never feel any guilt or remorse about following my orders."

"You no longer have any moral dilemas or ethical fights within you. Diana, you are the slave and I am the Master" "I am the slave and you are the Master." Wonder Woman repeated his words without emotion.

"I'm glad you agree. Now, you are totally loyal and devoted to me. Nothing else matters to you. It gives you great joy and pleasure to serve me. You can never betray me, nor would you want to. My safety and well being are your main concerns. You will still be Wonder Woman and act normal, but you must always obey me and submit to my will. You are mine body and soul. Do you understand?" he asked.

"Yes, I understand. I am yours body and soul." Diana echoed his words. She shivered slightly as the lasso made Thorne's instructions a part of her psyche forever. Wonder Woman would be bonded to Thorne for the rest of her life.

"I'm am going to bring your sister out soon. You will find her under my power and you can do nothing to save her. She will have her way with you Diana and you will not be able to resist or oppose her in any way, shape, or form. These commands apply to myself as well. Also Wonder Woman, you will find yourself to be sexually attracted to your sister Wonder Girl."

"As she degrades and uses your body, you attraction will get stronger and you will not be able to resist your urges. You will do whatever she and I tell you to. That fact that you are committing incest with your sister doesn't bother you. In fact, it arouses you like never before. Do you understand?"

Thorne asked her.

"I understand completely Master and I will obey." Wonder Woman replied. Thorne took the magic lasso off her and she came out of her trance a few seconds later. Wonder Woman felt strange for some reason. She was in dire peril but she was not worried. She should be trouncing Thorne and fleeing with her sister. But Diana found herself not wanting to leave the club or resist Thorne. What had come over her?

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Wonder Woman looked toward the door and saw Drusilla enter the bedroom. Her face was blank and her eyes were glazed over. She's in a trance, Diana realized. The girl was also NAKED! What cruel plans did Thorne have for the two Amazons?

"Walk over to you sister, Wonder Girl, and give her a kiss.

Dru walked over to Diana and stood in front of her. Dru moved her face in toward Diana's and then kissed her older sister on the lips. Wonder Woman was shocked at Dru's action. She also felt a spark of excitement in her loins.

Wonder Woman kissed her sister back without knowing it.

"Dru, don't do this. Fight him. We can beat him if we work together." Diana tried to reach her sister. But Wonder Girl ignored her sibling's pleas. Only Thorne could reach her.

"Undress her." Thorne commanded. Wonder Girl slipped her hands behind Diana's back and unfastened her red bustier.

Wonder Woman gasped as she felt the top come loose and slip away from her body. Her massive Amazon breasts were now exposed.

Diana tried to pull away from Wonder Girl but she couldn't move. There was a fire building in her private regions and she was getting more aroused as time passed. Dru pulled Diana to her and their quivering Amazon breasts pressed together.

Wonder Woman moaned as she felt her sister's tits rub against her own. Two sets of hard nipples rubbed against each other. "Now take off her shorts." Thorne told the teenage heroine.

Wonder Girl slipped her hand into the waist of Diana's blue shorts and stuffed her hand into Wonder Woman's crotch. Dru groped Diana's groin and squeezed her hand against the moist slit. Diana groaned and shuddered as she got felt up by her sister.

Wonder Woman panted heavily as Wonder Girl played with her vagina. Dru grabbed the shorts and tugged them down Diana's round hips. The bottoms fell down around Wonder Woman's ankles.

Dru cupped her hand over Diana's mound and tenderly felt her sister's muff. Then Wonder Girl inserted a finger into WW's pussy and the heroine purred wantonly. WG found Diana's clit and she vigorously rubbed the button. Diana yelped in surprise and began humping her hips on Dru's hand.

Wonder Woman's pussy clenched and she bent her knees.

She collapsed onto Wonder Girl's body for support. Diana laid her raven head on her sister's large, heaving bosom.

"Oh, Dru" Diana cooed. "Oh, I don't know...UUNGH! YES!"

Wonder Woman's entire body shuddered as she came on her sister's hand. Diana frantically rolled her hips back and forth on the hand in her crotch.

Wonder Woman placed her hand on Wonder Girl's breast and massaged her sister's swollen orb. She gently pinched Dru's erect nipple with her fingers. The two heroines then kissed again.

Dru slid her hand down along Diana's trim stomach and slid into the folds of her wet cunt. Dru expertly probed Diana's passage and made her shake with lust. Wonder Woman was fully aroused by now and her cunt was leaking love juice onto Wonder Girl's hand.

"Get on you knees and eat your sister's pussy." Thorne told the girl. Wonder Girl kissed each of Wonder Woman's huge tits and sank to her knees. "Oh Dru..." Diana panted.

Wonder Woman grasped onto Wonder Girl's long, dark hair and pressed Dru's head into her steaming vaginal cavity. "YES!

DRU, YES! By the gods, eat me!" Dian cried out in elation.

Wonder Girl slowly licked her tongue back and forth inside Wonder Woman's channel. She worked her tongue deep into Diana's snatch. Her lips were firmly planted against Wonder Woman's furrow. Diana moved her body up and down lewdly as she rode her sister's face.

Diana grabbed Wonder Girl's head more firmly and shoved the teen's face deeper into her seething pit. "Dru, use your tongue! Use it like a cock and make your sister cum, slave!"

Thorne instructed.

Wonder Girl thrust her tongue far up into Diana's womb and she began jamming it in and out of the heroine's twat. Diana whinnied like a mare in heat and her body shook convulsively as her orgasmic fluids seeped into the teen's mouth. Wonder Girl hungrily drank Diana's juice.

"YES, SISTER! AAAGGGH! Eat my pussy! PLEASE!" Wonder Woman crooned. Wonder Girl's tongue burrowed wildly into Diana's cunt. The more Dru lapped and licked with her mouth, the more aroused Wonder Woman became.

Diana's gorgeous face was flushed with need and a mask of pure lust. Wonder Woman slid her box up and down on Dru's flicking tongue. Wonder Girl kept her face buried in her sibling's snatch and continued to eat her pussy.

"OOHH! AAAAGGH! YESS! RRRGHHH! AAAHH!" Diana called out in passion. Wonder Woman's cries trailed off into a long, guttural outpouring. The Amazon Princess was drenched in sweat as she danced on Wonder Girl's slick face.

Wonder Girl placed her fingers on her sister's taut thighs pried her cunt lips further apart. Dru's tongue was now completely entrenched in Diana's passage. Dru very quickly sawed her tongue in and out of Wonder Woman's vagina.

The walls of Dian's cunt pressed upon Wonder Girl's tongue like a vise.

Wonder Girl pumped her sister's cunt with her tongue over and over, driving Diana mad. In between licks, Dru vigorously sucked her engorged clit. Wonder Woman's hips gyrated in circles as she plunged her pussy up and down on Wonder Girl's talented mouth. Her shouts of ectasy sounded throughout the bedroom.

"Ga, ga, GA! IT's too much! AAAAHHHH! EEEEEIIII! YES!"

Wonder Woman sputtered as she climaxed. Diana groaned erotically. Wave after wave of unbridled lust swirled out from her loins.

Diana's pelvis bucked up and down as she was overcome by an orgasmic firestorm. Like a zombie, Wonder Girl just kept stabbing her tongue in and out of Diana's cunt. Wonder Woman became stiff while she was wracked by an astounding sexual climax.

Wonder Woman heaved upward and screamed at the top of her lungs as she came endlessly. She yelled out one last time and slumped down on her sister's face. Wonder Girl had to hold up her sister's spent body to prevent Diana from hitting the floor.

"That's enough." Thorne said as he approached the sisters.

"Your sister is finished slave." he told Wonder Girl. Dru pulled her tongue out of Wonder Woman's snatch and caught the unconscious heroine as she dropped to the floor.

Thorne had Wonder Girl lay Diana's prone body back on the bed. Then he dismissed Wonder Girl and was left alone with the ravaged Amazon royalty.

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Wonder Woman regained consciousness and found herself to be tied to the bed spread-eagled. Her arms were tied to the headboard by her magic lasso and hers legs were apart and tied to the lower bed posts.

Thorne was standing over naked and the heroine's eyes widened in fear when she saw the size of his large penis.

Diana knew he meant to fuck her with the monster. Thorne reached down and fondled her flopping tits. Her nipples were erect and pressed into his hands.

Though her large breasts were flattened, they still held their exquisite form. He stroked his fingers along the sides of her wobbling globes and pushed the soft tits together.

Thorne climbed on the bed and kneeled between Diana's athletic thighs. Wonder Woman stared at Thorne with her wide blue eyes. Even though she despised the man, she found herself overwhelmingly attracted to him.

Wonder Woman was breathing heavily and her huge tits jiggled up and down. Thorne pried apart her cunt lips with his fingers and stuck the digits into her virgin pussy. She winced in pain as she was opened up.

Thorne dug his fingers into her hole until he felt the barrier of her hymen, which prooved Diana was indeed a virgin.

"This is the moment Wonder Woman, that I have been waiting an eternity for. I am going to be the first man to fuck you and it'll be the Master taking the slave."

he said. "For the rest of your life you won't be able to achieve sexual satisfaction unless you're a slave being taken by your Master. This is a fate which you richly deserve and it suits you well." His words were burned into her soul and Diana knew she was lost.

Thorne cupped Wonder Woman's tits once more and moved inward toward her vaginal opening. The head of his throbbing hard penis pressed against her cunt lips.

His cock was forced into the heroine's pussy. Diana raised her head and looked down her nude sweaty body at what Thorne was doing. His penis was long and thick. The organ reminded her more of an animal's penis than one that should be on a man.

Suddenly, Thorne thrust his strong hips forward and plunged his immense manhood into her tight snatch.

The cock head was wrenched between her dry cunt walls. He shoved into her deeper and deeper using his strength to push into her crevice.

The pain was searing and Wonder Woman opened her mouth to scream. Thorne just laughed and kept ramming his cock into her tight box until Diana felt him probe against her hymen.

Thorne grunted and flung his pelvis forward, tearing into her interior seal. Wonder Woman felt her hymen burst and his dick drove all the way into her pussy.

Wonder Woman shrieked in tortured agony as her precious virginity was raped from her. She begged him to stop but Thorne was not to be denied his prize.

Diana could feel his shaft move in and out of her battered cunt. He was buried deep in her womb. She looked into his cold, harsh eyes and saw no trace of humanity or compassion in him.

Strangely, it felt good to the Amazon to have a man take control of her and dominate the proud warrior.

Diana soon felt a soothing warmth spread through her loins. The warmth soon became a fire which melted the insides of her cunt.

Every nerve ending in her body was alive with erotic passion. "Master..." Wonder Woman uttered as she finally accepted Thorne's domination over her and surrendered to him totally.

Thorne pulled back and drew his cock from her pit.

Diana glanced down and saw that his rod was covered with her virgin's blood. He thrust himself forward and his large cock plowed into the hero's pussy once more.

But this time Diana's vagina was lubricated and his staff glided easily into her quim until he was secure in her depths. Wonder Woman gripped his cock with her pussy and the Master proceeded fuck her slit.

His pole slammed into Diana's twat over and over.

"Oh, Master.." the defeated Amazon gasped. And then she groaned in pleasure as he rammed faster into her newly opened passage. Wonder Woman was overcome by a wave of ectasy as she begged him to fuck her.

Thorne continued to hammer his cock into Diana's pussy in short, quick stabs. Wonder Woman was burning up and the pain was equisite to her. "Yes!

Fuck me Master!" Diana screamed.

Wonder Woman bucked her hips up and down on the bed as her sensitive clit was rubbed raw by his prick. "Uh! Uh! AARGH! UUNGH! IIEEE!" she exclaimed as Diana thrashed under him like someone posessed.

Wonder Woman opened her mouth and let out a gurgling whine. She was caught in the grips of the most intense orgasm she'd ever known. Diana kept bucking her hips up to meet his pounding thrusts.

Her body twitched in convulsions as she came.

Thorne mauled her bouncing tits hard in circular motions. Diana's stiff, quivering nipples stabbed into his hands. Thorned growled once and his cock exploded in Wonder Woman's pussy.

He sent his load of sperm into her starving cunt.

Thorne ejected several loads of seed into Wonder Woman's belching cunt. Then he slid his cock out of her vagina and sat up.

Thorne watched as the last of his semen poured from the end of his cock and shot onto Diana's belly and tits. Thorne sighed and got off the bed.

Wonder Woman continued to thrash wildly on the bed, screaming in bliss as she climaxed again and again. Thorne glanced at Diana as she spasmed in the throes of orgasm.

She looked even more beautiful as she came like a bitch in heat. "Well, Diana, you are now ready to serve as my slave. You should feel honored."

he said.

Wonder Woman felt terrific and confused. She was foolish to have resisted the Master she realized.

Diana was now totally enthralled by and devoted to Thorne. He was the center of her universe. Diana wanted to obey him and never leave his side.

Wonder Woman knew she would do anything for Thorne, even give her life for him. Diana also hoped he would let her continue to strip at the Justice Club.

Thorne quickly untied the fallen heroine and told her to stand. He took the magic lasso and put it away in a drawer, he didn't need to use it on her any longer.

Wonder Woman stood in front of him and awaited his commands. "My cock is dirty. Clean it off whore."

Thorne ordered. Diana got down on her knees and wrapped her hand around his pulsing cock.

Diana opened her sweet mouth and placed his cock into her eager mouth. She started to lick and suck his celestial rod. Wonder Woman turned out to be a natural at cock sucking.

Wonder Woman licked his cock clean and ingested all the filth from it. Diana lapped her tongue up and down the staff and twirled her appendege around in the cock slit. When she was done, there wasn't a trace of blood, cum, or cunt fluid on his tool.

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Wonder Woman looked up at Thorne with her slave's expression and awaited his approval.

"Now my cock has got your slut spit all over it."

Thorne shouted at her.

He pulled back his arm and slapped Wonder Woman across the face. Diana did not move away and wished he'd hit her again. Thorne grabbed a handful of the heroine's black tresses and used her silky hair like a rag to wipe off and dry his cock.

Thorne looked at Wonder Woman and said sternly. "Go and take a shower slut. I want you clean and ready. You and you whore sister are going to premiere at the club tonight as my new sister act."

Wonder Woman was giddy. "Yes,Master." she smiled happily. Diana ran to the shower and hummed in contentment. This was the first day of her new life.

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